A White Lie

Under normal circumstances, a lie is always bad, even harmful, but there are exceptions. When I was very little, Mom and Dad were always on business trips, so I stayed with my grandmother. I didn’t like to talk with others and to play with neighbors’ kids. They thought I was an unsociable and eccentric child. I just would like to think and behavior by myself. My grandmother was a very nagging person, at the very least I thought she was at that time. Every time she wanted to care about me, like asking what I wanted to eat today. I was just indifference to her and she smelled and walked away. Because I know everyone didn’t like me, she is no exception. What she did nice to me, in my eyes, was pretence. So I didn’t like her in my childhood. When I went to the elementary school, my feeling of loneliness became more serious. I didn’t want to talk with my classmates any more and every time they had additional activities, I just sat in the classroom and fold a paper plane. Teacher noticed me and told me I should be more motivated. However, I didn’t follow that. One time in class, my class teacher was talking about the poem and I didn’t listen to him. Loneliness made me think everything was boring and I was not belonging to them. I just fold my paper plane over and over with my head hanging down. At last, my teacher found me was not listening and ask me to stand up to say the main idea of the poem intentionally. I didn’t know anything and stand there without saying anything. Though I lower my head, I can feel every scornful eye from my classmates was on me. After that, teacher asked me to visit her. I went her office reluctantly and I didn’t answer anything for her questions. At that time, I could feel she is so angry with me and before I left, she warned me if I kept going like this, I would have no future. From then on, I hated myself and I hated this life more. My situation became worse and I didn’t get a good score for my midterm exam. It is a